Jan 25, 2018
@phcuka / ✩ \ accepting!
sat behind the shop counter with a piece of paper out in front of him, Stephan tapped his pencil on his knee, at a complete loss, art block at its prime. The radio probably wasn’t helping as he kept changing the station every few minutes, the songs not fuelling his muse. So you can imagine his excitement when he thought he heard the bell above the shop door ding; finally someone to talk to and draw inspiration from!
But, looking up, no one was there, he even leaned over the counter to make sure someone wasn’t hiding from him. Returning to his seat, he deduced that the bell sound must have come from the radio.Â
